Grand Canyon Adventure

by Anonymous

We had finished loading the rented motorhome for our trip, and settled back to relax before going to bed. I pulled you close to me and kissed you, tasting the perspiration on your lips. We were both hot and sweaty from hauling out and checking all of our camping gear, running in and out of the house and doing last minute arguing over whether or not we needed this item or that. Now, crawling into bed beside you, I was too tired to start something that I couldn't finish. I looked forward to this trip, cuddling up behind your naked form, and wrapping my arm around your chest to draw you even closer.

The next day, after work, we showered and packed our last minute items and drove off, leaving behind all the stress and the frantic pace of our daily lives. We took the scenic route, going through Lake Tahoe and into Nevada before turning south towards the Grand Canyon. The first day was just one big adventure, and outside of Tahoe, I let you get the feel of the clumsy motor- home. Sitting up high, with the large windows made us feel like we were on top of the world. You did well driving the motorhome, so we could now go to some other places as we'd planned, taking turns driving if we had to head for home later that we'd planned.

We'd planned on driving at night, when traffic would allow us not only the best economy, but the traffic would be sparse as well. Besides, I had my own lusty fantasies in mind too. We left the Tahoe area late the second day, the sun setting over the Sierra's with an orange glow. We drove south, down a well maintained highway, meeting little traffic. You whipped up some sandwhichs while I drove, and we talked about how quiet it was out in the high desert of Nevada. I opened a window, letting in the warm night air, and even at 60 mph it felt warm and gentle. I looked at you and felt your passions begin to stir even across the r.v. You removed your top, baring your breasts to me, and then sat in the right front seat, caressing yourself. In the dim glow of the instruments, I saw you slide your hand under the elastic waistband of your shorts, and begin to rub yourself. "Talk to me." You said, "Tell me what you want to do."

My cock pressed upwards in my jeans, straining against the fabric. I looked over, seeing your legs spread over the armrest of the seat, one up against the dash. Your breasts wiggled invitingly as the r.v. found small bumps in the road. The only car we saw that night drove past, its headlights tossing a fast moving glare over your naked tits, letting me see you briefly illuminated. Then you're back in shadow, and my eyes have to adjust for the dim light. "Talk to me. Tell me how you're going to fuck me." You say.

"Hmmm. First, I'm going to pull off the road a ways, and spread a blanket on the ground. Then, I'm going to pull you from the r.v., completely naked and make you kneel on all fours while I fuck you everywhere. I want to fuck your tight pussy, then I want you to suck me until I come in your mouth. Then I'll fuck your pussy again, but I'll slide up your ass and come deep inside your pretty little butt." I look over and now you're naked, your fingers inside your pussy. I can hear you breathing as you masturbate for me, putting on a show that you know arouses my deepest lusting for you. "More. Keep talking, don't stop now!" you tell me.

"Or maybe we spread our blanket right by the roadside, and we fuck each other hard. Your legs are spread wide, and my cock is slamming into you. You can feel my balls slapping your ass and I can see your tits undulating. I ask you to scream, to yell, say anything you want, and you shout 'Fuck my pussy! Cum in my hot wet pussy! Fill me with your cum!'. We don't have to whisper, or worry that the neighbors might hear, so I want to hear your lust-filled words. I yell back 'Milk my cock into your cunt! I'm going to fill you with my cum!'. When we both come, my sperm floods inside you, and after a few minutes we get up. We're standing there, naked, my cock wet from your cunt juice and your thighs and pussy soaked with cum. Just before we walk back around the corner of the r.v., a car streaks by, and keeps going. You step up into the r.v. and my hand slides between your cheeks, spreading that warm wetness up your ass. You turn around and kiss me, grabbing my cock and rubbing it between your legs as if to say 'I want more'."

Now I can hear you moaning, and I look over to see your hips rising up from the seat, your breasts wiggling as your body begins to shake. You're about to come, and I urge you on. "Oh, yes, Lena! Cum for me. Let me suck your fingers after you come. Let me taste your sweet delicious pussy."

You gasp and shudder, moaning softly as you lay back in the seat, your hips still rocking slightly. I let you enjoy your reverie, driving the r.v. along and smiling at your sexiness. You stand up and walk over, placing your fingers to my lips. The aroma of your hot, moist pussy fills my nostrils, and I lick and suck each finger, teasing them with my tounge. You lean down and kiss me, tasting your juices on my tounge, and squeezing my throbbing cock through the thick jeans.

About one a.m., we pull into a small town and fill up the tank on the r.v., and you buy some snacks for us. Back on the road again, it's your turn to drive, and mine to tease. I feed you some fruit rolls and let you lick the sticky fruit from my fingers, teasing my with your tounge. You lick the palm of my hand, making me hard quickly. For some time I'm in the back of the r.v., then I appear and sit down in the right seat. You look and see that I'm wearing a pair of shorts and a dark t-shirt. The shirt is the first to go, followed quickly by the shorts. You look again and see my bulging cock, pushing a black leather g-string away from my body, concealing, but not concealing. Again, I begin fantasizing for you, and stroking myself behind the g-string. Then you take over, telling me that you want to fuck me at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, while the sun beats down on our sweaty bodies. How much you want me to cum inside you, so you can feel my sperm gushing and flooding deep into your cunt. You look over and see that the g-string has joined the shorts, and I'm naked, turned half towards you, stroking my hard shaft. As you drive, you continue, telling me that you want us to feel as if we're the only ones on the whole planet, naked and fucking in the sunlight, our juices mixing and running all over our bodies. You look again and now I'm standing, moving to you. You feel my hands lift your top, and you let me pull it over your head, freeing your breasts. You continue to speak, while I lean back against the console between the seats, watching your breasts, and stroking my cock. You're telling me that we'd walk along the bottom of the canyon, naked, and anytime we felt like it, we'd fuck each other, or maybe suck and lick each other. By the time we reached the river, we'd both be sweaty and covered with each other's lusty creams.

You look at my hand, moving quickly and you know I'm about to come. You urge me on, holding one breast up. "Come on my tits for me." You say, and I lean forward, jacking myself hard and fast. You watch the road and my cock from the corner of your eye. Then you feel my sperm splashing against your tits, flowing down your chest. More hot semen splatters against your flesh, glistening in the dim light. You grab my hand and lick my creamy cum off of it, and my other hand begins to rub the rest over your beautiful breasts. As we relax, I lean over and kiss you, tasting my come on your tounge. My hand darts between your legs and feels your dampness through your shorts. I sit down in the right seat, and tell you that was wonderfully exciting. You smile and tell me that you thought so too. I dress a little later and as we pull into another small town for gas, I tell you to remove your panties, just to wear your shorts. You do, and after gassing up, I drive the short distance to an r.v. park where we'll spend most of this day resting. Once we have parked the r.v., you help me set the wheel-chocks in place, and I can see your pussy peeking around the loose legs of your shorts when you bend down. Once inside, we strip our clothes off and climb into bed. It is only about six a.m. and we fuck each other furiously. My cock slams into your wet cunt and your hips thrust up against mine. Our tounge dance and slide over each other, and my hands squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples. We come almost together, with my sperm-spurting cock triggering your cunt into beautiful long contractions around me. Sweating and panting we roll to our sides and kiss, my cock still inside you. We fall asleep, close and cuddled.

The following evening we reach the Grand Canyon late into the night, but still before midnight. We park the r.v. in a lot about a quarter mile from the edge, with the side facing the gorge. Besides us, there is only one other r.v. in the lot, and it is at the far end, and dark. We cook a light meal, and then curl up, kissing and touching each other lightly at first. You're wearing a light, thin blouse and shorts, and I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts. With the window open, the warm night air caresses us, fanning our lusty desires. My hand slides under your blouse and my palms slide over your nipples, making them hard. Your hand is squeezing my cock, making me rock my hips against your hand. Your pelvis rotates back as my hand slides down the back of your shorts, teasing the crease of your ass. Our tounges dance and tease, then when we're both totally aroused and burning with desire, I pull your blouse open, ripping the buttons and squeezing both your tits in my hands. Your hands rip my shirt open and mine rip your shorts from your hips. Rrrrrriiip! Rrrrriiiip! Now naked and carnal, our bodies press together, the warmth of our skins adding to the passionate fires deep inside us. Our mouths meet, and our tounges dance wildly. You slide up and then down, taking my shaft straight into your pussy. Cream seeps from you as we move, and I can feel your juice on my balls as we rock our hips to meet. You are so sexy, so vibrant, and your whole body begs me to lick you all over. I begin on your tits, working my way around your neck, and then kissing and licking your shoulders. Our passions are burning, and I can feel your pussy gripping me with every stroke. I raise your arms above your head, and lick down the insides, past your sensitive armpits, and down your very sensitive sides. "God, I want to taste you all over." I say softly, then feel your pussy begin to spasm. "Yes, baby. Oh yes." I whisper to you again. Your lips part and your face shows the sudden arrival of your orgasm, just as I feel your cunt grip me tight, trying to milk me. Your arms circle my neck and you pull me against you, shuddering each time my cock throbs or moves. I kiss your neck, and then your lips, trying to give you every ounce of pleasure I can. Your eyes open, still filled with a carnal need. "Cum in me." You demand in a whisper. "I want you to cum deep inside my cunt. Fill my vagina with your hot thick cum. Shoot it all up inside me!"

I slowly begin to move inside you, feeling my own orgams very near. "Don't stop." I breathe, "Tell me what you want." Again you repeat your demands, and more. "I want to feel your sperm flooding my cunt, filling me, seeping out of my hot pussy. Rub it all over my stomach. Give me your cum!" You've done this to me before, excite me with words, but never with my cock inside your depths. I pull you down onto my cock, holding you there, pressing up against you. "More." I breathe, panting in your ear. "Yes. Cum. Let me feel your hard cock spurt and pump and splatter that hot thick cum in my cunt. I want you to fill me with cum!"

We lay back, and you stretch out on top of me, my cock going soft inside your cum-filled pussy. You put your head on my chest, listening to my heart beating hard and fast, knowing that you made it so. We're damp with sweat, and we hold each other tight, drifting to sleep in the warm night.

We awoke the following morning to the rumble of thunder, and rolling over we could smell the fresh-scent of the coming rain. Looking out through the curtains, we could see the dark undersides of the thunder-clouds rolling across the flat expanse on the far side of the canyon. Lightning flashed and rushed towards the ground, mother nature flexing her muscles. You lay on your tummy, watching and I slid behind you and started licking down your back, tracing your spine. My cock dangled between the cheeks of you ass, and I felt you wriggle it, inviting me. The day outside was gloomy, but warm, and with no one in sight, we left the curtain parted slightly so we could watch the approaching storm. I kissed the tender nape of your neck, and smelled your hair, my chest pressing against your warm back. Your hips rose to meet mine, and you sighed softly, arousing me with your sounds of contentment. Thunder pealed again, and we could hear the first drops of rain splattering down on the roof of the r.v. You felt my tounge trace a line down your back, then down between the cheeks of your ass. My hands kneading your soft flesh and pulling your cheeks apart. You arch your hips up as my tounge finds your anus and teases it, and one hand slips under you, caressing your stomach, searching for your clit.

The thunder is closer, and we can see the glimmer of the lightning as it flashes, but we are not watching. The thunder seems to announce each higher plateau of passion, making us both burn slowly with lust and desire. The rain begins to fall, making a pattering noise on the roof. My tounge finds your entrance and licks up the thick honey leaking from you. You feel my fingers dancing lightly over your clit and you moan softly, enjoying the sensation. I can taste your cream, mixed with mine from last night, and I probe and lick your pussy with long hard strokes. Thunder peals again, and we lose our slow, lazy feelings, and our needs drive us over the edge.

"Take me. Now. Fuck me hard and fast." You whisper to me. I slide around and straddle your hips, pulling your legs together. My shaft slowly slides between your thighs and buttocks, sliding deep into you hot, steaming pussy. You feel every inch several times, on your thighs, your ass, and finally in your pussy. Each stroke seems longer than the last, as I press myself deeper into you. "Cream me. Shoot it. Cum in me." You breathe, knowing that I'll take longer than this to come. Your words make me throb, and you feel it in your cunt. You feel your cheeks pressing hard against my loins, the heat of me warming your ass. You hands grab and bunch up the sheets, and you raise your hips, opening yourself to me. "Fuck meee sweetheart, Oh grab my ass and fuck me!"

My hands grab your soft hips and I begin pounding your cunt, shoving myself deep into you. Thunder peals, as if to say "harder" or "faster" and we both move faster. I slide a pillow under your hips and then continue to fuck you as hard and fast as I can, slamming your ass with my loins. Thunder claws at us, driving us further and further into our carnal heaven. Suddenly you're coming and I feel your cunt grab me tight, trying to suck me into your depths. You hips rise up, slamming back against me, and you're moaning, saying "yes, yes, Oh GOD YES!" I grab your hips and thrust against you, flexing as hard as I can, trying to grow three more inches for your pleasure. You groan as my cock brushes the end of your pussy, and you feel me swelling inside you. I lean back, thrusting my hips hard into you again, and you feel my cock throb, then jerk, spewing a gallon of cum deep inside your fiery cunt. We both moan and shudder, and you're grabbing one breast, squeezing tightly on the nipple. Thunder roars all around us, almost drowned out by the pounding waves of our orgasms. Your pussy milks me dry, and still it wants more, gripping and squeezing me. We fall forward, and lay on the bed, sweating in the cool morning air, listening to our heartbeats and the sound of rain outside. A long hour passes, my cock still inside your pussy, stirring us both. We finally decide to shower and start the day. While you use the small shower, I look over the various places to see in the brochures. Then I shower and dress. You tell me you're hungry and one of the brochures indicates a small cafe nearby has good food, so we drive the r.v. down there.

After a good lunch, eating authentic mexican food, we walk around the small shops, letting our lunch settle. I find a pair of silver and gray earrings for you, the type that dangle a bit. I like them because they match your eyes perfectly. You smile at my sentiment, and hug me as they're wrapped. We stroll about and return to the r.v., driving back to the lot where we spent the previous night.

On the way, the rain is pelting down again, and we see a young girl with a backpack hiking not too far from the canyon. We pull over and let her in from the soaking rain. She smiles at you and thanks us for stopping, shivering as the warmth in the r.v. reaches her. I pull onto the road again and you ask her if she'd like to change into dry clothes. She nods and you take her into the back, drawing the curtain. She rummages through her pack, finding all of her clothes soaked. You grab a towel for her, just before she sneezes.

"C'mon." You say. "Get those wet clothes off or you'll get sick. Let me see if I have something that will fit you."

The girl introduces herself as Jennifer, saying that she wasn't ready for rain, just heat. As she peels off the wet clothes you get a look at her. She is about 19 or 20, and about three inches shorter that you. Her figure is slim and dark, her bushy triangle a deep chestnut brown. Her breasts are small, with large, dark nipples. Jennifer begins toweling herself off, and shivering, her teeth chattering. You hand her a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and she dons these gratefully. The shorts are a bit big for her slim figure, but they'll do for now. You help her hang her wet clothes in the shower, and the ones that are only damp are laid out in the small kitchen area. The two of you re-appear just as I'm pulling into the lot by the canyon. Introductions are made again, and again Jennifer thanks us for picking her up. We talk about a common activity, camping, and find out that Jennifer has friends that will meet her here tomorrow.

I finish parking the r.v., and you invite Jennifer to stay for dinner at least, so that we can talk, and her clothes will be fully dried. The rain has stopped, but more promises to come as we can see another front moving towards us in the distance. Jennifer helps with dinner, offering to cook. She turns out to be a very good cook and from the meager assortment of food we have, she turns out a fancy meal. We discover that Jennifer has been working as a cook for a good restaurant, and she smiles in appreciation as we tell her how good she is. Her hair is drying and the color keeps getting lighter, although it is certainly brown. Her light brown eyes are soft and gentle, and since you both made dinner, I offer to clean up.

"Awfully domesticated for a man." Jennifer teases. "Did you train him?" She asks you. You smile and shake your head, saying that you found me that way. Jennifer laughs with a contaigous laugh, and she stands to check her clothes. They're still damp, although some of her shorts are almost dry, and one t-shirt is dry enough to wear. She asks if she can set up her tent outside, and that she can sleep in it tonight. I pick up her sleeping bag and ring out a corner over the small sink, letting the water drip.

"But you'd be awfully cold out there without a sleeping bag." I say.

"Yes, we have plenty of room. You can stay warm and dry with us." You add. Jennifer seems to think about it, and as if to add emphasis, thunder booms across the canyon. She jumps, startled, and then agrees. That night, we sleep wearing some light clothes, a pair of nylon shorts for me, and one of my extra long t-shirts for you.

About midnight, thunder is roaring all around and we're holding each other close, listening to the rain and the thunder. Jennifer is comfortably esconsed on the fold-out sofa bed up front, the curtains drawn. Another rolling boom of thunder sounds and I grip you tighter to me, my hands caressing your back. A slight knock from the curtain area and we hear Jennifer ask if we're awake.

"Yes, C'mon in." You tell her, and she peers around the curtain carefully. Jennifer slides around the curtain, and stammers for a moment. Lightning flashes and is followed by a loud peal of thunder, and Jennifer shakes.

"I-I've never... had to be... alone... during one." She said. "I'm scared... it just sounds... so CLOSE." Her fear was real, and she shivered standing there.

I told her to sit down and began telling her how my father and I used to watch the storms from the front porch in Texas, rolling across the hills. The scent of summer rain, the feeling of a warm and cool breeze after a hot, humid day. Jennifer began to relax, and I opened the curtains, telling her to watch and try to imagine the lightning as jagged artwork drawn by the Gods, as our anscestors did. She calmed a bit, and as long as we were close, Jennifer was able to relax. You put your head on my shoulder and slept, and Jennifer and I talked about silly childhood fears.

About three a.m. you felt an arm around your waist, and dreamily you reached back to stroke my leg. You were surprised when you felt a smooth, soft leg, and then you realized that I was in front of you. The hand on your stomach squeezed slightly and you heard Jennifer's sigh from behind you. You carefully rolled over, and her hand slid up to your breast, her eyes closed, and her breathing long and deep. You were about to roll back and her hand squeezed your breast again, then cupped it. You touched her thigh again, and her eyes opened slowly. Thunder was a long way off, rumbling overhead. Her hand slid up and brushed your cheek, and you ran your hand over her smooth flat stomach. Her eyes closed and sighed. Your fingers found her nipple under the tshirt, and you circled her areola lightly. Jennifer leaned over and kissed you, her fiery tounge surprising you with its passion. Her soft hands slid down your body, finding the edge of the t-shirt you wore, and started to slide it up. You felt her surprise at your lack of panties and her hand moved and caressed your ass, squeezing gently. You felt my fingers on your back, telling you that I was awake, but I did nothing more. Excited by Jennifer, and by knowing I was watching, you slid your hand under her shirt and pinched her full nipple, making her moan into your mouth. Her hands slid up your back, then she pulled your shirt over your head. She looked at your breasts, then bent down, suckling on them and making soft noises. Her fingers slid through your sparse blonde bush, and found your labia, teasing them open. I could feel your body move and undulate as she caressed you and sucked your nipples. You rolled onto your back, next to me and Jennifer pulled the sheet down to lick your bush, and circle your clit with her tounge. The lowered sheet gave me away and she saw the nylon shorts bulging obviously. Without a word, her hand reached out and stroked my hard shaft through the nylon, her other hand teasing you by lightly raking her nails underneath your full breasts.

You slid her shorts off, not even needing to unzip them from her slim figure. My hands slipped her t-shirt off as your hands caressed her small ass and her thighs. Jennifer's tounge slid further between your legs, and the sounds she made were of sheer estacy. Finally, we were all naked and I sucked your tits while she licked you, and I could tell that you were close to coming. Jennifer slid a finger inside you and sent you over the edge, your body becoming rigid and tight. Jennifer slid over and her mouth seemed to swallow my shaft, taking it most of the way to the base, then back. Laying across you, she continued to suck my cock, making small slurping noises. When your hands began caressing her smooth, tight behind, Jennifer parted her thighs to allow you to caress her pussy as she leaned over you. Her talented mouth was bringing me to the very edge, then pausing, licking my balls and thighs to maintain our high levels of passion. She slid across you until her mons met yours, and she began to grind herself against you. Whatever your fingers were doing to her, she was enjoying, moaning around my cock. Jennifer let her hands roam my chest and thighs, her tounge driving me crazy. I lay there, unable to even think about moving, until her mouth reliquished it's grasp. Jennifer turned back towards you and began licking you from pussy to ears, her whole body acting as an instrument to excite you. Her lips kissed your skin, her wild tounge darting and caressing you here and there. After she sucked on your earlobes, she sat back and looked at you for a long moment, then her mouth plunged down, enveloping yours with her soft, delicate lips, and you felt her tounge searching for your.